Lesson 2 Part 2

Same emotional fight scene - 2 Points of View

Metal chinked from the direction of the door. Dammit! He's home early tonight. I don't look up though and continue packing.
His bag thuds on the wood as he drops it just inside the door. “What's going on?”
No use continuing, and it has to be said at some point. I take a deep breath to steel myself and turn to face him. “I'm leaving you Anthony.”
His eyes widen. Did he really not see this coming after what he's been doing? All he says is “Why?”
“You've been cheating on me, and you ask me why? Well? Are you going to deny it?”
“How can you think I've been cheating on you! I haven't been with anyone else since we've been going out.”
“Do you really think I'm that stupid? You've left even more signs than my last boyfriend did. He never had the audacity to screw behind my back with a scratcher!”
“I told you, these scratches are wounds from my dreams.”
“How dumb do you think I am? And I suppose this Joan is from your dreams as well?”
He fell back into the door. “How do you know about Joan?”
“Well, at least you're not denying there's another woman anymore. You've said her name often enough while sleeping, how could I not know about her?”
“That's because Joan is that Angel I told you I dreamed about.”
I had to laugh at his audacity. “So you're screwing her in your dreams, and in return she leaves scratches all over your body? I suppose this dreamland activity is making you sleep longer and longer each night as well? You take the title of asshole to a whole new level.” My vision has become blurry, and I taste salt. I've lost it and started crying, even though I told myself I was strong to tell this bastard off. Through the blur I see a frame with a picture of us embracing, all smiles. His mother gave us that frame, I won't miss it.
My hands latch on and I hurl it in his direction. There's a crackle of glass off to my right, and after wiping the tears from my eyes I spy a broken window, but no remnants of the frame.
“Look at how upset your lies have made me!” I cry out. “I can't even throw a stupid picture at you! Just get out of my way, I'm leaving. I'll send my sister over to pick up whatever I haven't packed.”
He falls to his knees just inside the door. I grab my purse and a box of tissues, and run past him. He doesn't try to stop me. Men are evil. Or at least the ones I find are.


Like a million times before, I put my key in the lock and turn it. But what I see upon opening the door is unlike anything I've seen before. Diane is bent over a box on the couch, and there's several more I can see just inside the kitchen. “What's going on?”
She straightens and turns to face me with a glare fixed upon her face. “I'm leaving you Anthony.”
Where is this coming from? I work my mouth for a few seconds, until I'm finally able to force out a word. “Why?”
“You've been cheating on me, and you ask me why?” she nearly spits the words out. “Well? Are you going to deny it?”
Me? Cheat on her? “How can you think I've been cheating on you! I haven't been with anyone else since we've been going out.”
“Do you really think I'm that stupid?” her voice reaches a couple octaves higher than normal. “You've left even more signs than my last boyfriend did. He never had the audacity to screw behind my back with a scratcher!”
My mind feels like I've been working a double shift and the band on stage is free styling. A scratcher? And then I notice the twin marks running down my left forearm. Last night's training session on the astral planes. “I told you Diane, these scratches are wounds from my dreams.”
“How dumb do you think I am? And I suppose this Joan is from your dreams as well?”
“How do you know about Joan?” I've never mentioned her name to Diane!
“Well, least you're not denying it all anymore.” At least that's what I think she mumbled while tears started to stream down her face. “You've said her name often enough while sleeping, how could I not know about her?” Things began to click together like Legos in my head.
“That's because Joan is that Angel I dreamed about.”
She laughed like a maniac, a laugh that sent a chill racing down my spine. “So you're screwing her in your dreams, and in return she leaves scratches all over your body? I suppose this dreamland activity is making you sleep longer and longer each night as well? You take the title of asshole to a whole new level.” Spittle is now flying from her mouth. She grabs a picture off of the table and hurls it at me with both hands.
Instinct rushes through me and I throw my arm up to block it. But something else happens as well. My arm tingles and grows cold. At the instant it feels like ten thousand needles are piercing my skin, the frame stops and twirls in midair, then flies off at a 90 degree angle. A window shatters to my left, and I can only stare at the shattered pane.
Diane shouts something else about lies, then runs past me out the door. All I can do is stare at my hand as I feel the power course through it. I've never been able to affect anything in the real world before, not like I've been able to in the Dream Realms. I need to get to sleep so I can tell Joan about this.